It was two o'clock in the afternoon when consciousness slowly returned to the royal bedchamber. Ronan and Liora were still fast asleep. Late into the preceding night, and well into the early hours of the morning, they had finally succumbed to exhaustion, drifting off in the exact same intimate position they had maintained throughout the night. Ronan held Liora securely from behind, their bare bodies still intimately joined.
Waking up first, Liora shifted gently, attempting to untangle herself from Ronan's grasp. But Ronan's arms were wrapped snugly around her waist, pinning her in place.
Having missed breakfast entirely, a sharp wave of hunger gnawed at her stomach. Letting out a soft sigh, Liora glanced down at her body. Ronan's length remained buried deep inside her, sealing his spilled warmth sperm within. The accumulated liquid left her lower abdomen visibly swollen and taut.
"At this rate," Liora muttered softly to herself, "I wouldn't even be surprised if this made me pregnant."
She nudged the sleeping man behind her. "R-Rony... wake up."
Ronan stirred, blinking sleepily as Liora's voice broke through his dreams.
"Pull out, Rony. My stomach aches... you filled me up way too much."
Ronan let out a low, husky chuckle against the back of her neck. Pressing a tender kiss to Liora's shoulder, he slowly and carefully withdrew his length. A thick trail of white liquid immediately spilled out from Liorak's entrance, pooling onto the silk sheets.
F*ck... seeing that makes me hard all over again. Ronan thought to himself, his breath hitching.
Resisting the urge, Ronan gathered Liora into his arms, carrying her bridal-style toward the grand bathhouse.
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"So... what actually happened last night?" Michael asked, leaning back in his chair with a heavy frown.
Inside the royal security headquarters, Richrad sat around the central tactical table alongside the four primary guardians, all of them looking equally bewildered.
"I honestly have no idea." Richrad replied, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "In all the ancient records of the Mo Kingdom, the moon has never turned purple before."
Maya ran a hand over her forehead, letting out an exhausted breath. "And yet, despite the phenomenon, nothing seems out of the ordinary today. I can't wrap my head around what's really happening."
"Seriously though..." Sophia chimed in, looking genuinely puzzled. "What is the true connection between those two and the Mo Kingdom? Why did the moon glow purple? And I saw that exact same color radiate from both of them back when Darkan attacked us."
Ethan turned to Sophia, offering a gentle, explanatory smile. "Purple is the sacred color unique to the Mo Kingdom, Sophia. The name 'Mo' literally means purple. When you blend red and blue together, you get purple. Thus, the union of the Red Gem's red light and the Blue Gem's blue light forms the Purple Kingdom, the Mo Kingdom.
"When Darkan attacked," Ethan continued, "the two gems resonated and combined their energies. Even back before I fully took host in this body, a purple light would occasionally manifest whenever their powers intertwined. It isn't a new or separate power, it's simply the natural result of two legendary gems combining their light."
Sophia's shoulders slumped slightly, her hopes deflating now that she realized the purple light wasn't some mysterious new super-ability.
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Two months passed in the blink of an eye.
Ronan and Liora returned to Earth, seamlessly resuming their executive duties at corporate headquarters. To the rest of the world, they were high-powered business partners; no one on Earth knew about their secret royal wedding in the Mo Kingdom.
However, for the past two or three weeks, Liora had been feeling persistently unwell. Every morning began the same way, rushing to the bathroom to heave up whatever she had eaten the previous night. Even the lightest workload left her thoroughly drained and exhausted.
Yet, despite her constant nausea and fatigue, Liora had noticeably filled out over the past two months. Ronan absolutely adored the subtle change, constantly showering Liora with affection whenever he noticed her slightly rounded stomach. Liora, who had always preferred maintaining a lean, trim frame, was thoroughly baffled by the unexplained weight gain.
At the office, Ronan sat at his desk, deeply absorbed in his work. When Mia entered the room carrying a stack of files, he didn't give her a second glance, treating her presence as entirely insignificant.
Mia stepped up to his desk, setting the folder down uncomfortably close to Ronan's face. As she stared down at his sharp jawline, intense eyes, and striking profile, an overwhelming impulse took hold of her. Losing all professional boundary, she leaned down, aiming her lips directly toward his cheek.
Before she could touch him, a flash of blue light flickered near the doorway. Liora, having teleported directly into the office, appeared instantly. Fuming with rage, she grabbed Mia by the throat and slammed her hard against the wall. Fortunately for her, Mia was too stunned to register how she had suddenly materialized in the room.
"Where do you get the nerve to try and kiss my Ronan?!" Liora growled, her voice laced with venom.
Startled by the sudden commotion, Ronan snapped his head up and rushed over in a panic. "L-Liora! Let go of her! Baby, what's going on?!"
Liora released her grip, shoving Mia away. Panting heavily, she leaned against the wall, her chest heaving. The sudden use of her teleportation magic in her weakened state had drained her remaining energy.
"S-She tried to kiss you, Rony." Liora gasped out, struggling to catch her breath.
Ronan's expression hardened into pure rage as he rounded on Mia. "Mia, get the hell out of here! The only reason you even have a job here is out of respect for your father! One more step out of line, and you're fired!"
"Ron, please! It's a misunderstanding-" Mia sobbed, trying to defend herself.
"Shut up and get out before I terminate your contract right now!" Ronan barked.
Tears spilling down her cheeks, Mia gathered her things and fled the office. No one, least of all Mia, could ever shake the absolute trust Ronan and Liora shared.
Turning back to his partner, Ronan's tone instantly softened. "Baby, are you alright? Here, sit down and drink some water." He handed a glass to Liora, who took a few slow sips to steady herself.
Once Liora's breathing calmed, Ronan asked gently, "How did you even know she was about to kiss me?"
Liora blinked, looking just as confused as Ronan. "I... I saw a vision of it in my mind."
"You've never had foresight abilities before, have you?" Ronan mused. "The only time I ever saw visions was when I was critically injured."
Liora shook her head softly. "I don't know what's happening to me, Rony. Look, I have so much work waiting on my desk, I really need to get back-"
As Liora turned toward the door, her vision suddenly blurred. Her knees buckled, and her body keeled forward.
"Love!" Ronan screamed, darting forward just in time to catch her before she hit the floor.
"You are going to the hospital right now." Ronan insisted, panic rising in his chest. "I'm coming with you. I've been telling you for weeks now, honey, something isn't right."
"R-Rony, please... not today." Liora weakly protested, clutching Ronan's lapels. "I'm fine, really. If I still feel like this tomorrow, we'll go then, okay? Right now... I'm just so hungry. Can you please get me something to eat?"
As Liora spoke, Ronan caught a sudden, brief purple glow flicker within Liora's pupils before disappearing. Ronan frowned; he had noticed that strange glow several times over the past few weeks, but he hadn't found the time to consult the royal guards about it.
"Alright, stay right here. I'll go get you food." Ronan said gently, lifting Liora and easing her into his office chair. "You throw up every morning, so it's no surprise you're starving."
Ronan hurried out of the building. Within fifteen minutes, he returned carrying a fresh pizza and a cold banana milkshake, Liora's absolute favorites. But when he walked back into the office, he found Liora fast asleep, her head resting heavily on the wooden desk. A soft, tender smile broke across Ronan's face.
Setting the food aside, Ronan carefully gathered Liora into his arms. Utilizing his teleportation magic, he instantly transported them back to their master bedroom at the Brown mansion.
Easing his sleeping partner onto the soft mattress, Ronan gazed down at Liora's pale, tired face. "You must be completely exhausted, sweet angel." he whispered softly.
Ronan gently began undressing her so she could rest comfortably. He loosened Liora's crisp blouse, before unbuckling her leather belt and sliding her trousers little down. As the fabric shifted, Ronan noticed a distinct red pressure mark across Liora's lower abdomen, left behind by the tight waistband.
Ronan lightly brushed his fingers over the soft, reddened skin of Liora's lower belly. Even in her sleep, Liora let out a soft, contented sigh at the soothing touch. Ronan let out a quiet chuckle, kissing her forehead before letting her rest.
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Later that evening, Ronan returned to the mansion after finishing up at the office, carrying the fresh food he had bought earlier. Stepping into the quiet bedroom, he saw that Liora was still fast asleep. Smiling warmly, Ronan climbed onto the bed, leaning over to gently run his fingers through Liora's soft blonde hair as he admired her peaceful expression.
Feeling the gentle caress, Liora slowly fluttered her eyes open, offering a sleepy, endearing smile.
"How are you feeling, hmm?" Ronan asked softly as Liora slowly sat up against the headboard.
"My head aches a little." Liora murmured, resting a hand against her forehead before touching her chest. "And my throat feels really sore."
"Let's get you cleaned up in the bathroom. You'll feel much better after a warm wash." Ronan said, reaching out to lift her.
"Rony, put me down, I can walk." Liora protested lightly.
"Not a chance." Ronan replied with a grin, carrying her directly into the bathhouse.
After they had both washed up and changed into comfortable clothes, Liora made a move toward the bedroom door.
"Where are you off to, my love?" Ronan called out.
"Oh, I should go downstairs and start making dinner-"
"Absolutely not. I'm ordering food from outside tonight." Ronan stated firming, using a gently reprimanding tone. "You need to rest. In the meantime, drink the banana milk I brought for you. You haven't eaten a single thing all day, love. What am I going to do with you?"
Liora pouted, settling back onto the edge of the mattress. Taking the bottle of banana milk, she handed it up to Ronan. "Open it for me." she grumbled playfully, still sporting a cute frown.
Ronan smiled warmly, uncapping the bottle before handing it back. But the second the sweet aroma of banana milk reached Liora's nose, an overwhelming wave of severe nausea hit her. Liora gasped, hastily clapping both hands over her mouth as her eyes welled with sudden tears.
"S-Sorry..." Liora choked out, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry, Rony..."
Overwhelmed by distress and confusion, Liora looked ready to break down. Ronan immediately sat beside her, pulling her trembling frame into a warm, secure embrace.
"Hey, hey... it's okay, baby. Don't apologize." Ronan coaxed softly, rubbing her back. "Just try to take a small sip, okay? You need to get some strength into your body."
Gently guiding the bottle back to Liora's lips, Ronan watched as Liora forced herself to take a long, continuous drink.
The moment she swallowed the last drop, Liora buried her face into the crook of Ronan's neck, bursting into soft, frustrated tears.
"I-I love banana milk..." Liora sobbed helplessly into Ronan's skin. "Why does it make me feel so sick?! Why is my body rejecting it?!"
Ronan gently patted her back, soothing her with slow, rhythmic strokes. "It's just because you're unwell, baby. We're going to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning, alright? Shh, don't cry..."
Before Ronan could even finish his sentence, another violent wave of nausea surged through Liora's stomach. Clapping a hand over her mouth once more, Liora bolted out of bed and sprinted into the bathroom, with Ronan frantically trailing right behind her.
Dropping to her knees beside the toilet, Liora violently threw up the entire bottle of banana milk she had just consumed. Ronan knelt by her side, rubbing her back with deep concern as Liora gasped for air.
Flushed and shaking uncontrollably, Liora managed to push herself up on unsteadied legs. But the very next second, her eyes rolled back, and her body collapsed completely.
Ronan caught her limp form just in time, sheer terror seizing his heart.
"Liora!!"